Tuesday, May 4, 2021

I'm halfway feral like a skittish cat


I'm halfway feral

like a skittish cat.


Good at hiding,

so people only see me 

when I deign to come out.


And then I strut

like Jungle King.


Passersby would never guess

I live by camping indoors.


My inside is out

my outside is in.

No wonder I'm cramped

in my own skin.


I'm not one to be discovered

- mummified -

twenty years on.


But it might take

a couple of weeks.


Just short of dental records.


Unless I'm south of the border.


Or holed up in Cappadocia.






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